Puppets In A Blue Drenched Sun

July 22, 2011
Its cold out here in the warm listeners ear.

What sellers call the new paradise.

Where you syphon you air from the smoke.

And where the trapped bleed out their chest.

It is a place where home is mistaken.

Though we need perfection.





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